Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1887-05-19
O'Brien 7EObbed.

O'Brien MObbed.
Yesterday evening President ]. A. Multi
gan. of the local branch of the National
League, called at the hotel in Toronto, Ont,
and asked Mr.. OBrien TO 90 out and have a
walk. Several gentlemen present suggested
that it would not be prudent, as darkness
had gathered and crowd of about 200 row.
dies had congregated around the hotel his
sing, hooting, and groaning. Mr.. O'Brien,
however, persisted in going Upon leaving
the hotel with his friends the mob gro aned
and Kissed into Mr.. O'Brien5 face such cries
as Away, traitor Down with the dyna-
inter- and 'God Save the Queen" "Come
on" said Mr.. O'Brien smiling, "these men
don't own the street, and the three pushed
through the crowd with Mr.. Muligan and
r. B. Teefy bringing up the rear. A riot
seemed imminent, as the Orangemon were
armed with stout sticks, Just as they were at
the meeting in Queens Park. They came
up to Mr. O'Brieu. as he strobe along York
street with his friends, and showed him
and lostled against him, making several at
tempts to strike him on the head with their
sticks. He lodged the blows, however, and
his friends rallied around him, but they
were as one to fifty The body guard
was broken again and again, and Mr..
O'Bren driven up against the wall.
Here, with Kilbride, Wall, Mulligan, and
Cahill tho little party stood at bay, Mr.
O'Brien shouting at the top of his voice,
"You cowardiy dogs, don't you see we are
not armed. Let Us alone" Kisses and cries
of "God save the Queen" greeted this ap-
peal. Two policemen stood near By, but
made no effort to disperse the mob. The
party then turned into King street while
the crowd increased From the windows
Of some of the houses in this street broken
bricks were dropped down on the crowd.
Mr.. O'Brien and his party, however, escap-
ing injury so fer as the party turned into
Bay street D. p. Cahill, the secretary of the
local branch of the league, had his hat
knocked off by stone. Now the Orange.
men began their real attack, for Bay street
furnished good opportunity, being covered
all over with clay, broken, bricks, and
cobblestones Mr.. O'Brien had on tall hat,
which furnished good target. Mr.. Wall
was on his right and Kilbride and ]. a:
Mullgan were on his left. A volley Of
broken bricks and cobblestones soon came
fvipg from the centre Of the Orangemen.
missing heads but knocking the plastering
off an adjacent wall. Shouts Of "To hell
with the pope "llill the traitor" and so
on rose high above the din. The O'Brien
party were still on the sidewalk and the
Oraneemen thronged the street. D. T.
Kellogg, a reporter of the New York Sun,
now rushed behind O'Brien and was
about to warn him, when stone struck
O'Briens hat and knocked it of. O'Brien
stopped his head and ]. NJ. Wall, who was
standing bv his side, lifted his head to look
in the direction whence the missiles came,
when huge stone struck him on the side
of the head and tumbled him heels over
head he reeled into Johnson's lane, an
alley running off into Bay street, and tell
upon heap of stones. Denis Kllbride, Mr..
Teely, treasurer of the National League,
and Mr.. Mann, the Telegram reporter, lifted
him I'D and carried him into drug store,
where his wound was dressed The cut
made by the stone is two inches long and
slightly above the left temple. lake care
of this man." said Mr.. Teefy, addressing
policeman. "he's wounded "Let him take
care Of himself,n returned tue officer. what
do they want here?" Mr.. O'Brien and his
friends then turned into Wellington street,
the stones still flying and the yelis and
groans louder, if possible, than ever. Mr..
! O'Brien attempted to take refuge in laun-
dry. and failing in that, rushed into 8 byci-
/ Gle store adjoining Avoley of stones shat.
tered the windows, and the mob burst into
the store, yelling like demons ana shower
ing missiles in the direction which MIR.
O'Brien had taken toward the end of the
store. Some ladies and old women screamed
and tainted, while the mob tumbled pell-
neil, heller. skelter over bycicles and other
machinery, smashing them one against the
other in their savage fury and amid cries OF
ssKill the traitor, Hang him, ""Lansdowne
forever O'Brien however, was safely led
away by c. eastman, an official OF the
crown land department, and reached the
hotel in safety. D. P. Cahill was knocked
down, and received two dangerous cuts
from broken bottles, and more then score
of other persons were more or less seriously
Injured. The mob now seemed satisfied.
The bicycle store was completely wrecked,
and several hundred dollars worth Of prop
erty destroyed Two more policemen ap-
peared, making four in all in the presence
of a crowd of fully one thousand rioters who
had possession of the streets for at least half
an hour Police Sergeant Adair got cut
in the head, and when his three comrades
saw this they moved away to respectful
distance and let the mob do as they pleased.
Up to midnight the neighborhood of the
Rossin House was filled with the mob who
groaned and yelled to their hearts content ;
but as there was not at any time an oppos
ing crowd the rioters grew tired ana hoarse,
began to abuse each other and fight among
themselves, and dispersed at last with cries
of f"Hang O'Brien, n"Away with the trail
tor" and "God save the Queen